Bo Jiu: … This must be a fake relationship. Why else would he be bringing up her dark history?
"Not these two?" Qin Mo continued slowly. "Then it must be Transmigrated, The Dominating Prince?"
He was such a mood spoiler. Bo Jiu leaned over, planting a light kiss on his lips. Mmh, very tender.
Qin Mo couldn't resist any longer, the ends of his lips curving upwards as he leaned over. The smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden since he was the one being kissed.
Bo Jiu chuckled as well. Strangely, she had started to change after getting into a relationship.
Her left hand was pulled over, his fingers weaving through hers. Their position shifted; he was probably afraid she would be tired. After she was settled on the bed, his arms went behind her. There was a hint of frustration in his voice. "Sleep."
But Bo Jiu hadn't flaunted her specialty, she wasn't just going to give up. "Brother Mo, I'm pretty good at telling stories."
